May has vanished in a flash. She’s disappeared. Gone. Like that. Nesting birds Lost in thoughts The garden still needs cleaning.
Sunday afternoon. A walk around the ‘running around fields’. Some time. Some family time. Walking, quietly.
~Trying to capture, These fleeting moments: Grains of sand, running through my fingers…
January, February… Sleep. In all its glory.
Staying still, saying nothing, Even when I’m dying to. But Think. Think: Consequences Before she even attempts To articulate your thoughts.
Brown bird, on the fence Say nothing, stay still. A mindset, a stream. Breathe deep, change the lens No sliding down hill. Life is but a dream.
First of all did you know that Paul McCartney wrote the song Martha My Dear for his gorgeous British Sheep dog Martha?
Sally is a gardener She runs an organic farm and sells her vegetables on various farmer’s markets. yes she does look like a slug.
How have you been? like a leaf boat floating down stream.
Buzzard follows me or maybe I follow you as I walk, drive, breath…